Winstonanityism

What do you want in life?

2012-02-06T04:02:00.000-08:00

OK so you have a great apartment, a great job and enough money to not want for anything. What comes next?

Your plagued by soul searching thoughts. What do you want to accomplish? Or to be more specific what should the meaning of your existence be? Something is missing.

So here comes my list:

Own a business- no greater sense of achievement that creating something out on your own

Travel more- I'm married to my job so have not really had the time to travel recently

Own more property - self explanatory

Build my Facebook page whats going on in kl?

Add value to other people's life's

Thats all for now.

2012-02-02T15:11:00.000-08:00

Thoughts of you still haunt me.

Parents

2012-01-29T19:57:00.000-08:00

It's not the soil but what grows out of it that matters.

Bridge

2012-01-27T02:36:00.001-08:00

If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

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2012-01-02T10:51:00.000-08:00

Hey Guy She Chose,

I wrote you this letter to let you know just how lucky you are to have her. I wanted you to realize the privileges and the obligations you have, now that you and her have a “thing” already. After months of secretly hating you, I think I’ve finally accepted the fact that she chose you. She gave you the privilege to spoil her, to hold her, to hug her, to kiss her, and to love her. She chose to make herself vulnerable to you and you alone. I hope you’ve realized just how hard it was to get that close to her.

We haven’t formally met but I found out quite a few things about you already. Yes, I did some sort of a background check on you; but, it was just to see if you were indeed the better choice. Fortunately or unfortunately, you were and still are, I hope. The mere fact that you’re together now, already shows that you are better than me. I just hope you won’t make the same mistake I did.

Don’t belittle her anger. She can be a real bitch if she wanted and can tear you to pieces. Don’t underestimate her determination and perseverance to get what she wants. Don’t be a sissy; show her how much she means to you. She can be a bit dense sometimes. Don’t change her. Don’t hurt her. Don’t expect more than what she can give. Most importantly, don’t give up on her. That would be the stupidest thing you’d dare do in your life.

She may not be the best debater, but she fights for what she believes in. She may not have the best grades, but she is intelligent. She may not be part of Victoria Secret’s Angels, but she is beautiful. She may not be as generous as Mother Teresa, but she does have a heart. She may not be so sweet at the start, but she can give you one thing she knows you can break—her heart. To cut it short, she was, is, and will always be an awesome girl. She’s one of those girls that would have real impact on your life, whether you realize it now or not. She’s the type of girl you’d always care for, no matter what happens. She has the capability to push you to make that bold leap.

In the end, this is less than half of what you’d discover about her. There is an infinite number of ways and words to describe her, but all of them still wouldn’t be enough. You have the privilege to know how much of a great girl she is. You have the chance to spoil her as much as you can. You have the joy to hold her hand as long as you want. You have the pleasure to hug her as tight as you can. You have the privilege to kiss her as passionately as you can. You have the honor to love her as much as you possibly can. You are immensely lucky. Don’t waste your time with her. You may not get another. However, it shouldn’t be all about her. So, smile when she makes you happy. Let her know when she makes you mad. Miss her when she’s not there. Be the greatest man you can possibly be when you’re with her. She’s not just some other girl. She is worth every breath, every broken arm, every smile, every tear, and every second of every minute of every day. Never forget that.

Sincerely,

The One Who Can Finally Move On

Minimalism

2011-12-01T10:25:00.000-08:00

I think I may be a minimalist.

The love of Ideas

2011-11-30T01:27:00.000-08:00

Some time ago, I realized that I'm not in love with you. I'm in love with the idea of you.

Man's love of the idea of love is not a newfound concept.

The social phenomena of people falling in love with the idea of being in love is prevalent in our society. That aching voice in the background telling you to settle down, enforcing the notion that you need someone to be happy and complete. People get caught up into thinking that being single is bad and being in a relationship is good despite the relationship having the depth of your neighbors kiddy pool. A person in an unstable relationship who is about as balanced and happy as the local drug addict is viewed as being happier than a single person who is perfectly contented.

You get what you put out, the reliance on another person to make you happy will only condemn you to unhappiness. Expectations are set yet never defined. Both parties delude themselves, frustrations mount, conceived notions of behavior are emphasized to provide proof of character resulting in the relationship being brought to naught.

This is not a generalization or proclamation of truth but merely an exploration of man's obsession with the idea of their happiness pouring out of their significant other.

I'm not a cynic but if you don't like spending time with yourself, who will?

The old man and the scorpion

2011-11-25T12:19:00.000-08:00

A boy caught a scorpion and put it into a bucket of water. He watched as it was slowly drowning before an old man interrupted. To prove a point the old man reached into the bucket to pull the scorpion out of the water. As he did so the scorpion stung him. He reached a second time and the scorpion stung him once again. As the old man reached into the bucket for the third time. The boy said "what are you doing?, the scorpion will keep stinging you, why go through that pain for something that does not benefit you" The old man reached into the bucket and rescued the scorpion. He then said "it is the scorpion's nature to sting, likewise it is my nature as a human being to help"

This fable was told to me tonight by strangely enough an Iraqi living in Malaysia.

The original fable comes from buddhism teachings.

Once there was a very old man who used to meditate early every morning under a large tree on the bank of the Ganges River in India. One morning, having finished his meditation, the old man opened his eyes and saw a scorpion floating helplessly in the strong current of the river. As the scorpion was pulled close to the tree, it got caught in the long tree roots that branched out far into the river. The scorpion struggled frantically to free itself but got more and more entangled in the complex network of the tree roots.

When the old man saw this, he immediately stretched himself onto the extended roots and reached out to rescue the drowning scorpion. But as soon as he touched it, the animal jerked and stung him wildly. Instinctively, the man withdrew his hand, but then, after having regained his balance, he once again stretched himself out along the roots to save the agonized scorpion. But every time the old man came within reach, the scorpion stung him so badly with its poisonous tail that his hands became swollen and bloody and his face distorted by pain.

At that moment, a passerby saw the old man stretched out on the roots struggling with the scoprion and shouted: "Hey, stupid old man. What's wrong with you? Only a fool risks his life for the sake of a ugly, useless creature. Don't you know that you may kill yourself to save that ungrateful animal?"

Slowly the old man turned his head, and looking calmly in the stranger's eyes, he said: "Friend, because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting, why should I give up my own nature to save?"

Simple in nature the fable holds great truth.

It was in the old mans nature to save yet he still recoiled instinctively each time he felt pain. References can be made to our personal relationships. We sometimes feel we have to save the person that we love yet each time we reach out, we are greeted with pain. It is not in the nature of some people to be saved but I believe that it should be in every persons nature to save.

Compassion is a choice, an opportunity for us to define and chose what we want to be the most characteristic part of our identity, both collective and individual.

Are you most like the scorpion, the passerby or the old man?

Graphic aids awareness image.

Better said then done

2011-07-15T12:29:00.000-07:00

Stagnation. Time passes and I'm left here with that same feeling of absence.

I'm drowning and you'll never know it.

Jaded

2011-05-06T04:00:00.001-07:00

Seems like only yesterday we were madly in love

Japanese dinners, movies, making love, smoking cigarettes, laughing, dirty dancing, making each other feel like we were the only people in the room. Its all now, dead and buried.

Good reads, good conversation, good bye.

Broken hearts and empty promises.

Say that you'll stay forwever and a day.

It's time for a new beginning

2011-05-05T21:28:00.000-07:00

It's time to move on. We're strangers now. It's clear your unaffected. Goodbye.

Blog vs. People

2011-04-26T05:57:00.000-07:00

Hi blog,

its been a terribly long time since I poured senseless and sometimes amusingly aimless emotions into you. You see I've been busy closing deals and making money. I am sorry for neglecting you. I have been a very bad e-parent.

We used to talk you and I, it was good. As good as it gets. Anyways we shall continue this conversation soon blog.

Take care, :)

What is Intelligence, Anyway?

2009-07-30T15:43:00.000-07:00

What is intelligence, anyway? When I was in the army, I received the kind of aptitude test that all soldiers took and, against a normal of 100, scored 160. No one at the base had ever seen a figure like that, and for two hours they made a big fuss over me. (It didn't mean anything. The next day I was still a buck private with KP - kitchen police - as my highest duty.)

All my life I've been registering scores like that, so that I have the complacent feeling that I'm highly intelligent, and I expect other people to think so too. Actually, though, don't such scores simply mean that I am very good at answering the type of academic questions that are considered worthy of answers by people who make up the intelligence tests - people with intellectual bents similar to mine?

For instance, I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.

Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I'd prove myself a moron, and I'd be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.

Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: "Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?"

Indulgently, I lifted by right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, "Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them." Then he said smugly, "I've been trying that on all my customers today." "Did you catch many?" I asked. "Quite a few," he said, "but I knew for sure I'd catch you." "Why is that?" I asked. "Because you're so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn't be very smart."

And I have an uneasy feeling he had something there.

-Issac Asimov

So you want to be a writer?

2009-07-30T15:14:00.000-07:00

if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

Direction

2009-07-30T13:51:00.000-07:00

"But the unfortunate, yet truly exciting thing about your life, is that there is no core curriculum. The entire place is an elective. The paths are infinite and the results uncertain. And it can be maddening to those that go here, especially here, because your strength has always been achievement. So if there's any real advice I can give you it's this.

College is something you complete. Life is something you experience. So don't worry about your grade, or the results or success. Success is defined in myriad ways, and you will find it, and people will no longer be grading you, but it will come from your own internal sense of decency which I imagine, after going through the program here, is quite strong...although I'm sure downloading illegal files.but, nah, that's a different story.

Love what you do. Get good at it. Competence is a rare commodity in this day and age. And let the chips fall where they may. And the last thing I want to address is the idea that somehow this new generation is not as prepared for the sacrifice and the tenacity that will be needed in the difficult times ahead. I have not found this generation to be cynical or apathetic or selfish. They are as strong and as decent as any people that I have met. And I will say this, on my way down here I stopped at Bethesda Naval, and when you talk to the young kids that are there that have just been back from Iraq and Afghanistan, you don't have the worry about the future that you hear from so many that are not a part of this generation but judging it from above."

The lost art of reading

2009-07-30T13:43:00.000-07:00

AN EXTRACT FROM
NOTATION AND THE ART OF READING
by
Karl Young

For most people living in late 20th century North America, reading is a dreary task. Its main objective (even in fiction) has become the acquisition of data. Standardized orthography and usage have taken the fluidity and magic out of the language and encouraged silent reading. Reading is now something most people want to get out of the way as quickly as possible and speedreading is perceived as the ideal way to read. Since speedreading alters the order of words, makes some words disappear or pass in a blur, negates the timing of poetry, suppresses the sensations of inner and outer ear as well as the throat, tongue, and mouth, it takes the physicallity out of language and is completely incompatible with poetry. It is like ingesting a nutrient that you don't have to eat -- smelling, chewing, tasting, digesting are time consuming activities. Even people who don't know how to speedread approach reading as if they did, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible and trying to avoid its physical qualities as much as they can. People no longer memorize verse and recite it to each other or use it to give depth or breadth to their discourse. The closest most people come to this sort of social interaction is the discussion of popular novels, often as they relate to movies or tv programs, making the reading activity subservient to the video medium. According to many sources, dyslexia is increasing among young people and I imagine one of the major reasons for this is the ephemeralization of reading. A disproportionately large number of dyslexic students have I.Q.'s above average and I suspect their refusal to learn to read is, on a human if not a practical level, an intelligent response to current attitudes toward reading.

Get thirsty people

2009-07-30T13:36:00.000-07:00

"Somebody who only reads newspapers and at best books of contemporary authors looks to me like an extremely near-sighted person who scorns eye glasses. He is completely dependent on the prejudices and fashions of the times, since he never gets to see or hear anything else. And what a person thinks on his own without being stimulated by the thoughts and experiences of the other people is even in the best case rather paltry and monotonous. There are only a few enlightened people with a lucid mind and style and with good taste within a century. What has been preserved of their work belongs among the most precious possessions of mankind. We owe it to a few writers of antiquity (Plato, Aristotle, etc) that the people in the middle ages could slowly extricate themselves from the superstitions and ignorance that had darkened life for more than a millennium. Nothing is more needed to overcome the modernists snobbishness."

-Albert Einstein, 1954

what is the meaning of life?

2009-07-30T12:22:00.000-07:00

I've asked myself this question again and again over the last few weeks. I travelled to find myself, i ended up feeling even more lost. I think now i am some what closer to understanding it with alittle help from shakespeare of course

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
-William Shakespeare

An interpretation might be that life is meaningless, however the more we look at nature the more its reiterated that there is no inherent meaning designed into it, at least none that is put there for human beings. Which harks the old saying “it is what it is,” but that doesn't mean life is meaningless. A basketball game has no inherent meaning. Its just a game, but to the players, coaches, and fans it has an infinite variety of meanings.

As soon as you come to grips with the fact that you are a part of nature and not above it, you can accept that life is not there to provide meaning. Meaning will present itself. Modern society is not at a loss for meaning. Modern society is actually sick with meaning. That's why so many people complain about the news and the lack of straight reporting. We're always being fed someone else's idea of significance. The existential crisis gets much less critical when you find something you love to do and focus on it. Meaning then revolves around what you consider important and exists for each of us to find individually.

A grain of sand

2009-04-18T15:25:00.000-07:00

The drugs gripped you..
Chasing that dragon devoid of your dreams, beliefs, logic!

Logic forsakes you, a single thought reverberates in your mind

"just one more hit", the soundtrack of your thinking process

each day, your one step closer to your demise.

You contradict our friendship, another loan, another time, you cheapen this, you cheapen us, take a look in the mirror, look at what you have become, how far you've fallen, a shadow of your former self.

All those times we've had, all those dreams we've shared, and look at us now. LOOK!!

Empty conversations, hi-byes, the disapointment overwhelms.

I want to care about you, I want to be there for you but enough is enough,

I can't save you if you don't want to save yourself.

Grains of sand falling, slipping out of my hands, all i can do is grip on to what little bits of you remain. It will never be the same, we'll never.. we'll never be the same. We were Gods once but never again.

Quarter-life Crisis

2009-04-18T14:26:00.000-07:00

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but they are as confused as you.

You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try to cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

As Per Me

2009-04-18T14:10:00.000-07:00

Jacking off is the most honest a guy can be with himself, when a guy jacks off he is in line with his desires.

You are an unpredictable passionate person, you challenge me each and every day and that is why I am still here.

We need the ignorant to feel intelligent, we need the ugly to feel beautiful, we need God to feel humbled.

I believe in desires, wants and needs, we must engage reality and and understand better what we inflict upon the world by satisfying our daily needs the way we do! No one has the license to be ignorant. No one has the license to stand mediocre.

I merely exist everything else is but my aftereffect, my ripple, a consequence of my existence of self. Who am i? Who is merely the form following the function of what and what I am is Winston.

I send people randomness and they get lost, lost in my words, and for a second or perhaps longer they will think im crazy but I dont care because I think their crazy. Embrace me.

Go back to your coconut tree!

A: do you ever sleep?
B: when I'm tired I sleep, I answer ure question with the proposition of another question, does GOD sleep?
A: yes. but even when I am sleeping, I am awake. I am physically asleep but my mind is awake always listening to my humble slaves
B: interesting, I find that most peoples minds arent awake even when they are awake.

Poetry in motion, I love the power that just one word has, the shorter the poem the better, the shorter a message the better, the less said the better, its a question of feeling, a personal experience, the subjective interpretation of a the minimalist of words, its beautiful, something that is unique to each person, its simply so winston?

Then don't, you simply are and thus should simply do as you please period!

Delicate

2009-04-17T09:56:00.000-07:00

We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate

We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face, its delicate

An unwanted change in perspective

2009-04-17T08:57:00.000-07:00

I think with each and every person you meet there is this initial pureness to the relationship.

As time goes on this pureness may decrease or increase and its funny how it works that way.

If the pureness increases or stays at the same level you hold the same if not a better opinion of the person, your bond gets stronger as time goes on.

If the pureness of the relationship breaks down, you find that you take on a more judgemental role even though you dont want to.

I've always been a firm believer that the first step to losing a friend is to lose respect, everything from there is just downhill.

The question is where do you draw that line, most people allow for a multitude of mistakes here and there but when is one deserving of losing that respect? It could be due to a number of reasons but the sad part is once you lose it, its almost impossible to get back.

Everything goes down hill from there. You try and put these thoughts and feelings behind you but you find that even though your reaction may be unreasonable you can simply no longer look at that person in the same way. Its sad really..

2009-04-16T17:08:00.001-07:00

We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are.

Moments and a Lack of Expectations

2009-03-30T14:04:00.000-07:00

Expect nothing of other people
and Everything of yourself

Humans have the ability to get over anything
its funny how most of them cant even get over themselves
its not your parents fault, its not your friends, its not your past lovers or lovers to be
its not cause of the people you've met, people you havent met, or people you'll never meet
the complete onus is on yourself, and only you have the power to change that.

Experience shows that people dont change unless they want to change
they fail to grasp the concept that life is based on change and thats the beauty of it
every glass of alcohol tastes sweeter, every cigarette stronger, every sexual experience more passionately unique solely because it might be the very last time.

The point im poking at is that although living in the moment does have its pittfalls its pure, its raw, its how God intended us to live, unsure of the future, numb of the past and completely detached from considering the consequences.

Every moment is an Experience and every Experience a scar.
Walk unafraid, I dont know about you but I dont want to die without any scars.

Life is beautifully uncertain.

Self-pity

2009-03-25T15:21:00.001-07:00

Self-pity is easily the most destructive of the nonpharmaceutical narcotics; it is addictive, gives momentary pleasure and separates the victim from reality.

Cheating

2009-03-14T22:00:00.000-07:00

Say whatever you have to say, I'll stand by you.
Do whatever you have to do, to get it out and not become a reactionary
To hurt the ones you love, you know you never meant to but you did
Oh yeah you did

Be whoever you have to be, I won't judge you
And sing whatever you have to sing to get it out and not become a recluse about your house, come out
I know you never meant to but you did
Oh but you did

The Kooks speak to me
I never meant to cheat, but i did.
Oh yeah i did.
= s

Mirrors

2009-03-09T02:44:00.000-07:00

You can do anything you want to do?

The question is whether you can wake up every morning, look yourself in the mirror and like what you see.

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself?

2009-03-07T06:58:00.000-08:00

La police de karma, arrête cet homme, il parle dans les maths
Il bourdonne comme un réfrigérateur, hes comme une radio désaccordée
La police de karma, arrête cette fille, sa coiffure d'Hitler, me fait la défectuosité de sentir
Et nous nous sommes brisés sa partie
C'est ce qui obtenez vous, ceci est ce qui obtenez vous
C'est ce qui obtenez vous, quand vous salissez avec nous

Police de karma, Ive donné tous me peux, son pas assez
Ive donné tous me peux, mais étais toujours sur le livre de paie
C'est ce qui obtenez vous, ceci est ce qui obtenez vous
C'est ce qui obtenez vous, quand vous salissez avec nous
Et pendant une minute là, je me suis perdu, je me suis perdu
Et pendant une minute là, je me suis perdu, je me suis perdu (and for a minute there, i lost myself, i lost myself)

Why Eddie Izzard?

2009-03-06T10:50:00.000-08:00

Because Eddie is an extraordinary person. Rainbows follow him everywhere he goes, flowers grow from his footsteps and fairies sing little songs as he strolls by.Or maybe he just knows he looks fabulous in a dress...

Because if I were a supreme dictator with political strengths i would kidnap Eddie and make him dance for me as entertainment (among other things). Like some kind of living wall art.

Because if his future self could travel back in time to do a duet with himself it would create a vortex of pure awesomeness that would consume the universe itself and leave nothing behind.except for a massive amount of awesomeness of course

Passion

2009-03-02T07:52:00.000-08:00

Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.

No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why alot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded.

Other people think the exact opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solution to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their personal unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvellous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything.

Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it?

Which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?

I dont know.

Paulo Coelho once said:

“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream.”

“Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.”

Hence you

2009-03-02T07:30:00.000-08:00

I’m Mesmerized by You
Gazes of Perpetual Passion
Lost in the Sea of your Sight
Hence you, God has Muse

Lips Clasp and Nibble
Embraces of Eternal Enthrallment
Little Bites of Delight
Hence you, Obsession has Flavor

Fingers Glide and Graze
Electricity, Passion Infinity
The Exploration of Skin
Hence you, Touch is High Voltage

Captivation by Spoken Resonance
Verbal Ecstasy, Vocal Bliss
Immersed in Whispered Nothings
Hence you, Telepathy Validates

Aromas of Affection
The Appeal of Perfume,
The Rapture of Nose
Enchantment via Fragrance
Hence you, Desire has Scent

God is a concept by which we measure our pain

2009-03-02T06:14:00.000-08:00

Him would I reach, him smite, him desecrate,
Pierce the cold lips of God with human breath,
And mix his immortality with death.
Why hath he made us? what had all we done
That we should live and loathe the sterile sun,
And with the moon wax paler as she wanes,
And pulse by pulse feel time grow through our veins?

As a shed tear shalt thou be shed; but I —
Lo, earth may labour, men live long and die,
Years change and stars, and the high God devise
New things, and old things wane before his eyes
Who wields and wrecks them, being more strong than they —
But, having made me, me he shall not slay.
Nor slay nor satiate, like those herds of his
Who laugh and live a little, and their kiss
Contents them, and their loves are swift and sweet,
And sure death grasps and gains them with slow feet,
Love they or hate they, strive or bow their knees —
And all these end; he hath his will of these.
Yea, but albeit he slay me, hating me —
Albeit he hide me in the deep dear sea
And cover me with cool wan foam, and ease
This soul of mine as any soul of these,
And give me water and great sweet waves, and make
The very sea's name lordlier for my sake,
The whole sea sweeter — albeit I die indeed
And hide myself and sleep and no man heed,
Of me the high God hath not all his will.

Save me and serve me, strive for me with death.
Alas, that neither moon nor snow nor dew
Nor all cold things can purge me wholly through,
Assuage me nor allay me nor appease,
Till supreme sleep shall bring me bloodless ease;

Music when the lights go out - The Libertines

2009-02-05T09:03:00.000-08:00

This song speaks for itself.

Well is it cruel or kind

Not to speak my mind

And to lie to you

Rather than hurt you

Well, I'll confess all of my sins

After several large gins

But still I'll hide from you

And hide what's inside from you

And alarm bells ring

When you say your heart still sings

When you're with me

Oh darling, please forgive me

But I no longer hear the music

Oh no no no no no

And all the memories of the pubs

And the clubs and the drugs and the tubs

We shared together

Will stay with me forever

But all the highs and the lows

And the tos and the fros

They left me dizzy

Oh darling, please forgive me

But I no longer hear the music

Oh no no no no no

Well I no longer hear the music when the lights go out

Love goes cold in the shades of doubt

The strange face in my mind is all too clear

Music when the lights come on

The girl I thought I knew has gone

And with her my heart it disappeared

Well I no longer hear the music

Oh no no no no no

And all the memories of the fights and nights

Under blue lights and all the kites

We flew together

Love thought they'll fly forever

But all the highs and the lowsAnd the tos and the fros

They left me dizzy

Oh won't you please forgive me

But I no longer hear the music

Oh no no no no no

Music when the lights go out

Love goes cold in the shades of doubt

The strange face in my mind is all too clear

Music when the lights come on

The girl I thought I knew has gone

And with her my heart it disappeared

But I no longer hear the music

Oh no no no no no

And I no longer hear the music.